Life as a family of four

42 weeks and one sleep

Clark is getting increasingly sentimental about the “lasts” of things – the last meal as a family of three, the last day as a family of three etc. So, here is the last photo of us as a family of three – including belly shot because really there’s no way not to include it. That belly is dominating our lives at the moment.

Went to visit with YZ and baby SL (who we discovered has ticklish feet, poor baby!) on Friday – YZ’s belly is already completely gone, amazing. McBean was objecting strenuously to Clark holding little SL, which was interesting as he did not react to her holding a nearly 5 month old C (the most insanely cute and adorable little girl you’ve ever seen) the next day. He’s jealous of other newborns, we were telling him that if he was jealous he needed to come out and do something about it, and that we would let SL kick him right back once he’s out if he doesn’t watch out. It’s going to be so awesome when Clark is not pregnant anymore, not uncomfortable anymore, doesn’t have swollen hands and ankles anymore – and that’s me, so I can’t even imagine how she stands it.

Despite our incredibly spicy curry and walks and all that stuff, and despite the fact that Clark is finally feeling like McBean may make an appearance soon, we’ll be off to the hospital for induction in the morning. We’ve had a few random contractions here and there, but still nothing’s going on. Its nice to know that whatever happens and however long it takes, labour will at the very least start tomorrow.

We’re all set. Bags are packed and organised, crazy dog has been taken to L&L’s place for a few days sleepover, Nanny S is en route as I type and due to arrive in less than 2 hours, and the corned beef is cooking away nicely, for tonight’s dinner and sandwiches for Clark and I tomorrow. FenFox has picked out her “big sister” undies (wtf? I know) and is ready for tomorrow. The last baby related task is done – washing the baby bath. We now couldn’t be more ready – well, maybe except for washing the car, which is beyond filthy – we’re doing our bit for the enviroment…

I now just want to get the ball rolling. I know that Clark is going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow, no matter what happens, and there’s going to be anxiety and mess and all sorts of stuff. I can’t really get my head around what’s going to happen and how its going to go, so I’ve stopped trying – I’m just going to go with it and see what happens. My brain is not dealing. So bring it on and let’s get it over with.

Clark has managed to remain calm and settled, despite the shitty neighbours, and apart from being somewhat pre-menstrual today is doing really well. We’re ready – let’s do this thing.